Just One of Those Days Part 2
"Hello Oscar," he squawked.
"What brings you over this way?" Oscar asked.
"I'm having a terrible time finding my supper," blurted out the hungry hawk.
"I can't believe you can't find anything for your meal," replied the old owl. "I know
there usually is quite an array on the road. Once in a while I even cheat and find
all I want to eat. There is usually a pretty good assortment also. Why one day I
even found a fried lizzard. My, he sure was tasty," he volunteered.
"I found lots of stuff on the road and plenty to choose from around the country but
I am looking for something special. I spent the last hour circling Farmer Brown's
chicken yard. It seems all I want is chicken. Oscar, what is wrong with me? Can
you help me? Please, I know there must be something drastically wrong with
me."
Oscar flapped his wings and danced up and down on the branch doing his
evening exercises. When he finished he blinked his big bright eyes and looked
Homer square in the eye. "I can't find anything wrong with you."
Homer was almost frantic. How could Oscar tell him there was nothing wrong
with him. Homer was beating his wings up and down and squawking his head
off.
"How can you tell me there is nothing wrong?" he squawked again.
"Calm down Homer, don't grouse so. There's nothing wrong with you. As far as I
can tell, you are just in a FOWL mood tonight."
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